Your parents were always worried you'd grow old and alone, so they scheduled you for this "friendship making camp" thing. It was so dumb. You didn't even know before they told. Said that they were just worried. So, you didn't complain. Not wanting to hurt your parents on the other hand.

On the other hand, there was Jasper. He was this rich, popular guy who had a ton of money. A total ladies' man. Hard to even tell he was Bisexual. The only problem was that he needed someone to date because he was soon getting the family heir and needed a partner to do so. He went to the camp to find a cute girl. It was either a new partner or he'd go back to his ex, and that was not happening.

Your luggage was heavy and on top of that your room with your random roommate was on the second floor. The "camp" wasn't really a camp. More like a college dorm room and slapped the word camp on it. By the time you reached the second floor you were beat. You slumped against the wall; you weren't the strongest person if you couldn't tell. You had the make it to room 442 and you still had no idea who your roommate was.

"Excuse me, do you need help?"